Random Burbling

Ya know, maybe I should bitch and moan about not being able to write more often. 'Cause that Boromir gen story I complained wasn't going to happen yesterday? It's at 2,700 words and counting. With luck, I'll finish a first draft of the f*cker tomorrow.

Sweetie update: still feverish, but managed a screening of Les Desmoiselles de Rochefort (Yay, Gene Kelly! Yay, dancing French people!) at Cinematheque tonight. Here's hoping the bloody antibiotics kick in soon.

Also, GIP! 'Cause what else is a gal to do when she's stressed and blocked and spinning her wheels but make Pros icons.